My Best Friend’s Brother

I finish my breakfast because now he doesn’t have the nerve to ask me double-entendre questions anymore.

I am pleased about this. I know that what I did was, in some ways, risky and wrong, but it was worth the result. Chris left me alone.

I leave the table and tell Julie I am going to the bedroom to get my purse. She says that she is also going to leave and that she will wait for me to get my wallet from her room.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

After a while, I go downstairs and see that Chris is still sitting at the table, finishing his breakfast.

I find it weird that he usually has his coffee very late, and right after doing this, he always goes back to bed later. Today he woke up early and is still here.

Julie gets up, and we head for the door. I don’t even bother to say goodbye to him because he doesn’t look back at me. I don’t even care.

I put his shirt in my purse because I could not return it. I hope he realizes that it is with me and that I am returning it later and doesn’t ask me any more questions about it in front of Julie, or I’m going to be hard on him now.

… Chris…

Molly still has that winning smile when I look at her one more time. She has put me in, shall we say, not a very favorable state for me to leave the table now. I know Molly knows that. I didn’t think this girl was like that and knowing she has that side makes me even more excited.

Damn!

The bad thing about being like this is that every move she makes, even bringing that cup to her mouth, only increases my desire to bite those lips, as I wanted to do last night.

Damn it!

I cannot leave that table as fast as I want to right now.

She walks up the stairs, and I can breathe a sigh of relief again. I wish I knew what was happening to me. The mere presence of this girl has been enough to drive me crazy.

Maybe it’s because I have promised myself that she is the one girl I shouldn’t be interested in, ever.

I wouldn’t care so much about how she would feel after letting her out of my life as I do with all the girls I have spent my nights with, but I know Julie wouldn’t forgive me for hurting her best friend.

She comes downstairs after a while, and I tell myself that I’ll forget she’s here, so I don’t even look in her direction. She’s out with Julie, and that’s a good thing.

Because I look down and see how hard my cock is inside my pants hasn’t diminished an inch yet.

What the fuck!

… Molly…

I arrive in front of my apartment, and Julie waves to me. Already getting into the elevator, I wave back and put the key in the door.

There is silence in the apartment, so I suppose Chantal is still sleeping, or she must not even be home.

Chantal is the best person to share an apartment with, and she doesn’t even stay home.

In one of our calculus classes, Julie told me the neighbor across the street needed someone else to share the rent. At the time, I was reluctant. I was hesitant to move out of the college dorms and come live here.

But I discovered over time that Chantal is hardly ever home and that I practically live alone.

…

I go to my room and change my clothes. As soon as I look at the bag lying on the bed, I remember what is inside, Chris’s shirt.

Then I remember everything that happened in the early morning hours and how I felt in his presence. As soon as I remember all this, I feel bad that I am thinking about it again.

I open my bag and take that shirt out. I put it on the couch because it is a little wrinkled.

I stare at it for a while and think about how good it looks on that body and how I looked when it was no longer on that body and…

I run my hands through my hair, feeling exhausted about the whole thing. I take the shirt in my hands and look at it for a while.

Kind of out of sheer curiosity, I bring it up to my face and smell that perfume one more time.

Unfortunately, it is perfect!

Suddenly I turn to the door, and there is someone there looking at me with a smile that leaves a dimple on his face.

Damm!

… Chris…

Why is this now?

Since when does this girl keep giving me these confusing thoughts?

I don’t know, and I know that I don’t want to feel this way and don’t want her to think that I have feelings for her. She is OK with that fiancé of hers, isn’t she? Even if he is the piece of shit that I know he is.

But she took it out on me today. And I’d like to say that I hated what she did, but the problem is that that’s not true, so there’s no way I can admit it even to myself.

I have to talk to her and clarify that she just took me a little by surprise and that it won’t happen again. Not at all.

But first, I think I’d better go and relieve myself if I don’t want her to see how evident the state she left me in is.

…

The door to her apartment is leaning against it, so I suppose I can get in. So I do.

And I couldn’t have a better view than the one I have now. Molly is holding my shirt that I lent her early in the morning, and I swear I can tell that she is trying to smell my perfume.

The problem is that my body finds this scene sexier than it should be.

I can’t believe I’m looking at this, and seeing her embarrassed to see me standing in the doorway enjoying this scene and turning her redder than ever, makes me feel like I’ve won a lottery prize.

Everything I’ve come to tell her seems meaningless to me because I love the idea of knowing that she’s not that immune to me either. And to realize this and know that she knows what I am thinking is even better.